My mom, bless her heart, talked me out of a “small, tasteful tattoo” when I was a moronic 21 year old by saying one sentence. “It doesn’t matter where you get it, eventually your skin will sag and so will the tattoo.”
I’ve had six children, so very grateful I didn’t get a tattoo near my hip like I wanted to. Thanks Mom!!
The older I get, the smarter my parents were.
By now they’re on the Einstein, Tesla level of genius.
Just think, someday your young’uns will realise your high intelligence level.